This is based off of the song, I Hate the Homecoming Queen, by Emily Osment.

I do not own anything. I apologize if I accidentally use your idea.

Annabeth's POV

I woke up to the sound of an obnoxious alarm clock.

Great, time for school. See, since I have to rebuild Olympus from the Titan War this Summer, I decide to go to school in New York, to be closer to Olympus, and my boyfriend. Normally, I live in San Francisco, but my boyfriend lives here. His name is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and Hero of Olympus. My name is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Yes, the Greek myths are real, and no, I'm not lying.

The thing is, I'm going to Percy's school, Goode High, but he doesn't know. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood who knew, insisted that I didn't tell him and surprised him. I'm pretty sure he won't just be surprised, I'll probably give him a heart attack. Of, course his mom and step-dad knew. Mostly because Paul is a teacher at Goode. He's requesting the same schedule as Percy and for it to be written in Greek.

Right now, I'm staying in an apartment near Percy's that the gods are paying for, since the main reason I'm here is because of them.

I slowly get up and get dressed in a purple tank top, a grey shrug, denim short shorts ( not too short, hey, I'm not a slut), and grey converse. I grab an apple for breakfast and my black backpack that I splatter painted with neon colors and walked the 10 minute walk to Goode High School.

I walked into school and straight to the office with an extremely convenient sign that said OFFICE in big bold letters. Of course, because of my dyslexia, it looked like FIOCEF. Yeah, that's extremely helpful.

I walked up to the secretary and said, "Hi, my name is Annabeth Chase, I'm new."

"Yes, I have your schedule here, and Mr. Blofis requested it in Greek, you seem to speak perfect English, will you be able to read it."

" Yes, Greek is my second language, for some reason it's easier to read than English, I think it's because of my dyslexia," I said, even though I knew very well that is the reason.

"Alright, Ms. Alyssa Kaling will be here to show you around soon."

"Thank you."

I read my schedule,

Chase, Annabeth (Grade 11) Locker 816

English with Mr. Blofis

Math with Ms. Chambers

Architecture with Mr. Renolds

Science with Ms. Lance

Lunch

History with Mr. Galligan

Greek with Ms. Simmons

Gym with Coach Hedge

What! We have PE with Coach Hedge? The Satyr?

Suddenly, I heard a cough come from behind me.

"You must be Annabeth, my name is Alyssa," she said as she quickly took in what I wore and grew a smug smile. I don't know why, she was wearing a skirt halfway up her a**, a sky blue three inch v-neck shirt, trying to show cleavage that she didn't have, and 6 inch heels. Who walks around in heels for like, 8 hours, it's probably painful. She would probably be really pretty too, if she wasn't caked with so much make up it looked like she put it on with a trowel.

"Nice to meet you."

" Alright, let's get this over with. Just so you know, I was homecoming queen last year and plan to be again this year."

"Good to know."

" What locker do you have."

"816."

"Lucky, your locker is right next to the hottest guy in school."

"Goody," I said it sarcastically but she ignored me.

"My boyfriends are great, but I need a new one, and this guy is my target. The only bad thing is he's completely unattainable, says he has a girlfriend, but I don't believe him." Excuse me, did she say boyfriends. With an s.

We got to my locker and of course the guy was there. She was flirting with him and I was trying really hard not to laugh, because the guy was completely ignoring her.

Then, I heard him say," Look Alyssa, I'm not interested. I have a girlfriend. Percy. Now, I want to get to class. Never thought I'd hear him say that. So, if you'll excuse me."

" Percy, you know you want me, every guy does. We all know that girlfriend of yours is fake, if she was real we would have seen her. You made her up so you could turn girls down easier. So you'd have more time for swim team."

"No she's not. She lives in San Francisco, we met at a summer camp in New York. That's why you haven't met her."

" If she's real, prove it," she taunted him.

"How in Hades name am I supposed to prove it, she's in San Francisco."

"Show me a picture."

" We're not allowed to bring phones to camp."

"Lame excuse, she's so not real."

" Yes, she is ask me questions about her, if I fire answers off fast enough she's real."

"Fine. Name?"

"Annabeth."

"Favorite color?" Wow. I don't think she noticed my name is Annabeth.

"Grey."

"Favorite animal?"

"Owl," questions and answers were coming from them both rapidly. Neither of them noticed my presence or the presence of the crowd that was forming.

"Favorite subject?"

"Architecture and Greek."

" Favorite sport?"

"Combat." On the inside I was laughing hysterically. She had no idea how much we both depended on combat.

"Favorite weapon to use in combat?"

"Uhhhhhhhh," I suppose he was wondering if it was a sword, dagger, or bow and arrows. He knew I used a dagger, but that I loved using the others too. I suppose I never really did tell him.

"Stupid Seaweed Brain," I said. " Can't even remember that his girlfriends favorite weapon is a dagger," I was of course smirking through my sentence.

"ANNABETH!" He shouted.

"Miss me?"

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